The magic ring, Vol. 1 (of 3)La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
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The magic ring, Vol. 1 (of 3)
La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
German fiction -- Translations into English; Romances
weeping also, said,--“Dearest aunt, how unspeakably I love you!” The
Lady Minnatrost, however, soon resumed her composure. “If thou indeed
lovest me so dearly,” said she, in a kind though solemn tone, “this
must be proved by thy care, that for the future we may live together.
I must now make a long journey, even as far as to that old watch-tower
in Sweden, which has afforded you so much pleasure when it appeared in
the mirror. It is true, that I travel more quickly than other mortals,
yet the journey is long, the business important, and long must be
our separation. In the meanwhile, then, live retired and peaceably,
look not often through the windows, and, if thou wilt be guided by my
counsels, walk seldom or never on the ramparts. During this time thy
brother will not appear at the castle, for I have already informed
him by a messenger that he must not come hither; yet thou shalt not
want for pastime: the mirror will unfold its rarest and most varied
scenery; the golden rings, the harps and cymbals, will delight you with
their music; the lake reflect the pleasant moonshine, and the flowers
give out their fragrance, even as if I were here present. But, dearest
child, remember that thou should’st not with thine own hand withdraw
the curtain from the mirror, attempt not to move the golden rings
when they are still, and never touch the flowers. When thou hast need
of aught, or hast formed any wish, then sing a ballad to thy lute,
or play on it a few notes, and thy desires will be fulfilled. Have
patience, dear child, be obedient and humble in spirit; then we shall
live together, and all will turn out well.”
With these words she kissed the astonished damsel, and in silence
returned to her chamber. On the following morning Bertha sought all
through the castle for the Lady Minnatrost, but in vain, for she was no
where to be found.
CHAPTER XV.
How the Lady Bertha fled from the Druda’s castle.
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